Christian’s POV
Riley finally decided we should clean up, and she insisted that I let her do it. I didn’t argue much and leaned back a little to get more comfortable. When she stood up and bent over to pick up everything though, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass lustfully. It had been a while since Riley had done anything more than kiss me, and I was suddenly feeling very neglected.
“I really want to f*ck you,” I mumbled to myself, but when Riley looked over her shoulder at me and smirked, I knew that she heard me. She quickly finished packing up all the food before coming over and sitting next to me, her eyes filled with just as much lust as I felt. She seemed to be fighting with herself internally though, and I wasn’t sure why.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out and pulling her
